Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1887-06-08

dian costume, and looking like q vcritable
Pocahontas, far moro beautiful than the
original, with her eyes turned besecchingly
upon the face Of tho "stern parent" pro
tected me from his impending wrath.
Gathered around us were q score OF young
men, arrayed as children OF the forest.
"Turn your bead little moro this way,
Smithy,' said the fierce Powhatan; "the
curtain Is going up"
! did as directed AS I sazed around
among those terribly ferocious looking saw
ages, pair OF dark eyes met mine. know
them, and recognized the face through
the war-paint. l was about TO speak, but
just then the curtain rolled up.
All was hushed for one moment, and then
the curtain began slowly TO descend. We
must have made very crcditable appear
ance for the applause was immense. Down
came the curtain. The cheering continued.
"Roll up again." whispered Powhatan.
keep cool, Smithy."
Again the curtain arose. The silence was
awful. held my breath for an instant, and
then with a single bound one OF the young
braves" rushed out upon me, scalping-
knife in hand. A thrill OF horror swept
through the audience, the ladies shrieked,
and Pocahontas tainted. could not move,
and all the rest seemed spellbound. The
scalping- knife flashed like lightning around
my head, and then, ah, then-the young
Indian clutched my hair. l shut my eyes,
| tried TO pray, tried to shout He tore
my patent rig from my head, exposing my
secret TO the world, and my completely bald
pate to the iecrs OF the crowd.
''Seize him ~ yelled, springing TO my
feet; but alas he had fed from the hall,
carrying my scalp with him.
mot down in the bills !" cried voice in
the rear of the hall.
mot historical, Smithyr shouted an
other.
A roar of laughter followed.
think should have killed some one il
Powhatan had not held me fast, for l was
wild with rage.
At this point Mrs. Vastings, who had been
laid upon a sofa at the back of the stage,
opened her beautiful eyes. Her first glance
fell upon my shining poll, and a shudder ran
through her frame. l rushed TO her side.
80 Leda," cried, "he cat is out Of the
bagr'
$50 see,n she answered, with percep
tible SILVER, motioning for me to leave her;
"and you've lost the bag!"
"Et m Brute" groaned, and then with
one mighty effort freed myself from Pow
hatan and fed down the stairs, followed by
the ringing jeers and laughter of the crowd.
Preached the store, and rushed up into
my room. Ha the young Indian was there
before me- with my scalp still in his hand
"Villain ~ yelled, selling him by the
throat.
Hold hold am -"
"WhoW
"Medora BudderfiW
'The d-ickensr I sank into a seat.
Explain"
She hung her head for moment, and
then, raising her dark eyes to mine, she
whispered:
~ loved you"
''Me Loved mci'' exclaimed.
Eyes, and l knew your secret. 1t was
told me by lady who lives in your native
town."
'sWellw
II heard you were going to marry Mrs
Vastings, could not have it So l heard
her speaking only yesterday of your beau
tiful hair, ana then l resolved upon my
course. I have turned you into ridicule,
but -n
"Come to my arms, darling" cried, fold.
ing her to my breast.
"Do you forgive me, William,"
"A thousand times, darling" answered,
kissing her sweet lips. Sand you will be
mine!"
Eyes, forever. Here's your scalp, love:n
and she placed it on my head.
Just a month from that night we were
married; but to this day no one in lara
gona but ourselves knows who the young
Indian was who scalped Captain John
Smth.-N r. Darling, IN Bdl'ou's Magazine.